Well the fish junk pinned to the leeward shore
The nets all empty 'cause the fishin's been poor
Bad rice, bad rice, the paddies don't grow
Got no rain 'tween the reap and the sow
My Chinese lady gonna lay with me
'Neath the Peking moon on the Chinese sea
I said hold on, baby, 'cause the wind's gonna blow
Like a monsoon shot out of the dragon's own bow
Cain killed Abel just to watch him bleed
Ain't no use, he was just a bad seed
Poor little Isaac, son of Abraham
Got the slaughter block blues and he cry like a lamb
Ol' Black Jack drew an ace of spades
Pulled out his knife and he said his dues was paid
Give us Barabbas, he's an honest man
He ain't no angel but he got good hands
Down on the sand sit the beggar man
Folks back home say that he knows the plan
Got no clothes, got the finger on the ring
Drink a little wine and hear the butterfly sing
Look out, baby, two beetles in a box
There ain't no keys and there ain't no locks
Poor brother John sitting down on the sand
Said the weather ain't good but the boat gonna land
Poor brother John sitting down on the sand
Said the weather ain't good but the boat gonna land

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